Thursday, September 9, 2010


Continuing with my out-of-sequence-late-night posting, here are a couple shots from Hazel's first concert -- Crosby, Stills and Nash at Tanglewood. We popped sparking wine; Hazel capered about in the evening cool; we waited in vain for them to play Marrakech Express. CS&N is still political, still pushing back against the forces of complacency and excess. But it was an odd message given the crowd (middle-aged money) and the setting (gorgeous manicured green). Hazel dug the music. (See below!)

Weirdly, a dude pops out of our bottle. Huh?
The clinking part is a favorite of Hazel's. She drinks lemonade.
They start to play...
-- she starts to dance.
And then she slept.

The dancing, caught for all time. Paul calls her technique "German Interpretive."


  1. I am so thankful that your blogs are back! I love hearing you and seeing the other two (more self-portraits please? Just every once in a while for those of us missing our Heather?) How is the school year?

  2. This is the sort of thing that makes me say, "I can't wait to have a daughter, and I hope she is a cheeseball like Hazel!"